Chapter 66: Layla

His room.

Jared keeps his fingers threaded through mine as we enter.

Jared’s room is tidy, but that doesn’t surprise me. It always was. A large queen-size bed is situated on a huge black shaggy rug. The moss green bedding drapes on either side of the bed. The furniture is antique, like the rest of the house. The wardrobe, nightstand, and dresser all match. Once again, I can’t stop the thought that it’s so far away from how we grew up.

Jared releases my hand and walks over to his bed. He sits down and observes me as I check out his room. My heels click on the dark wooden floor. The blank walls are freshly painted in a soft gray. Jared was always a fan of movie posters, and now I wonder what had happened to them. Did they remind him of before, or had he just outgrown that time of his life? It’s moments like these that I realize we lost so much time with each other.